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AN: Warning, this might trigger some people, it's not graphic or very specific but there's definitely something in here some people may not feel comfortable reading. (I actually hope all people don't feel comfortable reading it but know that's not always the case).

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Chapter 4

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It was February Kurt had not relented all year so far, he kept wearing what he wanted, kept getting body checked and knocked to the floor and nobody did anything, not his "brother" once their parents married, not Puck, none of the girls who were his friends. What could they do anyway? He was always alone when it happened or happened so quickly, all the girls could do was tell the larger boys off and often that backfired as the boys now realized that they were girls.

They would crowd their space and make them feel uncomfortable. They never did anything physically to the girls but they made comments and the girls would wrap their sweaters around themselves and tried to hide after the confrontation.

It was never in view of a teacher, ever. They were too smart to get caught.

Kurt continued to try and educate the masses, he held his PFLAG meetings each Wednesday and tried to expand it to Mondays as well. He was told that with only 13 members, he couldn't. So he kept with the Glee members and Blaine on Wednesdays, he didn't want to change days. He gave speeches when they had assemblies, somehow he got up there with the teachers' and principal's permission. He handed out fliers, he went up to groups and just started talking about his cause, about the cause of many young boys and girls and how many of them feel afraid to come forward and be themselves due to society's view and behavior toward them. If he felt like a hypocrite at times, it was because his friends and family did know that he was being bullied but he never named names because it was worth all the brusies to keep pushing his message. It meant they heard him, or at least part of what he'd said.

He put on performances, often the only one on stage, maybe able to rope in a few of the girls or Mike. The others would sit dutifully in the audience and Blaine would show up to those too.

Oh Blaine, nobody had caught on yet outside of the Glee Clubs and their parents that they were dating, or that Blaine was even open and out. Despite everything Kurt did, he still hadn't made the announcement to anyone, not even the ND, despite dating Blaine. He was out to his dad and Blaine and the Warblers and Rachel but had never actually said the words to anyone else.

He would talk about the trials and tribulations and use other people's words as he presented their papers and thoughts and feelings but he never shared his own. Never used his own name with it. He didn't feel it to be necessary to make an announcement like that to people, others didn't go around announcing that they were straight.

Regionals happened, they got through easily, between Rachel, Finn, Mercedes and himself all being showcased, it was bound to happen. Sectionals, Mr. Schue gave all of the solos to Rachel and they placed but they didn't win. It secured them another year of Glee Club, Mr. Schue said and that was at least a small win for them. At least they didn't show, then they would have been done, permanently.

Any small blanket of protection he had though from their show choir was gone as the football players and cheerleaders no longer hung out with them at school, except for maybe at lunch. Mike and Tina and Artie ate together mostly and Kurt would join them if Rachel and Mercedes weren't dragging him to their table. They could only really fit four or five to a table if they squeezed, which meant there wasn't enough room for all of them.

The tables outside could fit eight but it wasn't quite warm enough for that yet. There was still a lot of snow on the ground and it was cold. Even his PFLAG meetings were down in numbers, back to Kurt, Blaine and Rachel. Santana showed up occasionally but she had more pressing things to do. Kurt was somewhat surprised by her but Blaine whispered in his ear one day that Santana was totally bi, leaning toward lesbianism.

Kurt had stared at him. "But she and Puck- and Finn- and -"

Blaine shrugged. "People go the long road sometimes to find out who they really are. They can't all take the short path, like me." He lifted a brow. "Like you could have."

Kurt had known he liked boys for sure by the age of 12, he just hid that fact whereas Blaine had asked his parents about it by then. Burt had known Kurt was going to surprise his peers by the time Kurt was 6, not that he knew Kurt was necessarily going to be gay at that point, but that Kurt would be interested in things that others may not accept so readily, especially in a boy. Kurt had never known how to ask why he liked spending time with girls but was interested in looking at boys in magazines, with various levels of clothing on. He looked at girls too but always with clothes on, looking more at their clothes than anything else.

Blaine had had his first kiss with a girl by the age of 10 and his first kiss with a boy at age 13. By age 14, he was packed up from his public school and sheltered at his private school from bullying. It had gotten bad, really bad. Blaine had ended up in the hospital with a concussion and broken ribs.

Which is why Kurt never complained about the bruising, still, even after they had learned about it, even after Blaine had taught him how to avoid hands. He was still only ever bruised and the long sleeves helped hide them. Bruises were only a small pain, nothing major. He hadn't been hit since then, just slushied and body checked into lockers.

He was sure Blaine could teach him how to avoid all of that too, but he was sure that they'd escalate into something worse if he did.

He and Blaine still didn't do more than kiss and hold hands and snuggle. It was comfortable and it was sweet and it was where they wanted to be right now. Sure Kurt and Blaine had been open and honest with each other about how they wanted more, a lot more from the other but for now they were willing and wanted to wait. They were too young, 16 and 17 and both Sophomores and weren't competing with the likes of Santana or the majority of the student population. They had time to let the relationship develop, to go for more. They made out and it got hot and heavy and difficult to stand or walk and had to hide themselves from prying eyes often but they didn't touch, didn't push. As far as they got was Kurt's hands on Blaine's skin under his shirt, without a shirt. Blaine at his home liked to go without a shirt or at least just his undershirt on because his mom always had the temperature way too high in the winter and disliked the A/C in the summer, other than to keep air circulating.

Kurt thought it was pleasantly warm in there and would shed a few layers but not enough to go down to his undershirt or nothing at all. Blaine never complained, he said at least there were fewer layers between him and his hands.

It was a Thursday and Finn was off with Rachel getting hot and heavy with her at her parents' house and Kurt had stayed late to put on his final touches of an art project he was working on. A hand shot out as he neared the front door and he was pulled into a classroom and knocked back against a wall. He moved away from it and rubbed his butt where it hit and his shoulder and back of his head. It wasn't a hard hit at least and he looked to who did it.

David Karofsky. It was the boy who had stared him down the first time he had a slushy thrown at him, it was the boy he had antagonized by not backing down. It was the boy whose eyes would linger on him long after he accomplished whatever bullying act he'd set out for that day, even as he walked away, he'd be looking, turning even to walk backward, to never lose sight of Kurt until he had to turn a corner or enter a room. Often he'd make some kind of obscene or challenging gesture and Kurt would glare right back at him or gave him his own gesture or face.

This was new. This was not something he was looking forward to. At least Karofsky was alone. That gave him a small hope that things wouldn't get as bad as he feared. He knew what Blaine went through with three big guys hassling him, this was just one and Kurt was a lot bigger than Blaine had been in middle school. He had a little bit more prep because of Blaine's teachings and because he knew what the world was capable of.

Kurt was tired and he looked at Karofsky almost bored. "What do you want?"

"This." Karofsky was suddenly in his space and he'd thought for a second that Karofsky was going to hit him, but it made no sense to get that close to hit him, he had the reach, and getting close meant that he would have less effective hits. He was pushed back into the wall again and he should have moved, he knew better, but he was tired and confused by this interaction and his reactions were slowed, not wired that way, to know how to move when to move in time to avoid assult, he was often being ran into on the dance floor too when others were out of step or stepped wrong into his path and he couldn't move out of the way fast enough. He ended up on the ground far too often because someone accidently tripped him, much more often when it was intentinal. Then meaty hands were on his face and his head was tipped back and for a second he thought Karofsky was going to kill him with a snap of his neck, wishing he'd moved faster, never allowing himself to be put in that position, but instead a big wet mouth was on his and he started struggling instantly, pushing away at Karofsky, who was just a wall and wouldn't budge.

One hand stayed on Kurt's face, holding him in place with considerable pressure and the other one stroked down his neck, his chest, his abdomen and then lower until he got to Kurt's belt and released the clasp, pulled out the end through it and then undid the button of his jeans behind it. The whole time Kurt's hands were there, trying to pull his hand away from his beltline, away from his body, pushing on Karofsky, anything. Karofsky undid the zipper and slid his hand into the space between the jeans and the fabric beneath. Kurt tried to rip his head away, tried to move his body but Karofsky had him pinned and he yelled and shouted for help but Karofsky's mouth over his muffled all sounds. He fought, he fought hard against the touch, against the act but Karofsky's hand was now stroking him as if Kurt was just lying still beneath him, taking no notice.

Karofksy didn't make the mistake of trying to stick his tongue in Kurt's mouth, he knew that the smaller boy would have bitten him and bitten him hard. He instead kept the pressure on the lips, licked the ones closed against his and took what he could from this first interaction. Karofsky's hand lifted off of him for a second and Kurt thought that it was going to be over then, but Karofsky just slipped his hand in under the waistband of his underwear so he could touch Kurt directly.

He wanted to be sick. This was sick.

Karofsky stroked and groped and squeezed until he got what he wanted from Kurt, a reaction. Then he held Kurt still as he got a further reaction out of him, not by choice but because his body couldn't say no even though the rest of him was. "There you go." Karofsky said against his now bruised mouth. "A present for you." He pressed his mouth against Kurt's again, hard. "A very belated 16th birthday gift. I'll have a better one for you when you turn 17. But I still owe you a Christmas gift in the meantime."

Kurt's body rolled in disgust and fear, what did this other boy have planned? He hadn't known Karofsky even swung that way, he'd done a very, very good job at passing and as a major homophobic at that. This had been so unexpected, he'd thought Karofsky was just another bully, perhaps one that was angrier than the rest.

"No, thank you." He managed to get out when Karofsky moved away from him. "I don't want any more gifts."

"Oh, but it's not up to you to receive them, it's up to me to give them." Karofsky squeezed not so gently with the hand that still surrounded Kurt. "And I will give them to you when I please and you'll take them like a good boy, politely and with a believably genuine thank you." Revulsion passed through Kurt and he knew if this didn't end soon, he'd be sick all over Karofsky and he was sure there wouldn't be a good retaliation after that.

"Go fuck yourself." And Karofsky grinned sickeningly at the rare language that passed through Kurt's lips.

"Oh, that's the word I'd use all right. I'll think about you every time I masturbate, thinking it's your cock in my hand and not mine or I'll switch it up and imagine either your hand or mouth on mine." Karofsky pushed another hard kiss in the general vicinity of Kurt's mouth, he'd managed to move his head just slightly while still in that meaty palm and Karofsky laughed harshly. "You'll learn, you'll learn. In the meantime, you don't breath a word of this to anyone and if you do, it won't be pleasure you'll be feeling when I'm done with you."

"It's not pleasure that I'm feeling now." Kurt snapped back and his mouth was going to get him into a lot of trouble, he knew that, everyone knew that. It was like once it was unlocked, it couldn't stay closed ever again.

"Hmm... So be it." Karofsky let go of Kurt's member and his hand folded into a fist and he hit Kurt in the stomach, hitting all over his torso while his other hand had Kurt pinned against the wall while still wrapped around his jaw, keeping him from being able to open it enough to call out for help or do more than grunt in pain. He took the blows with scarcely a sound other than a few original grunts as the fist landed, then he learned to expect it and made no more sound, keeping his eyes on Karofsky's face, trying to maintain his gaze on Karofsky's eyes but the other boy was avoiding them and lost to his beat down on Kurt.

With one final kiss, Karofsky let Kurt go who did a remarkable job of staying on his feet and he swung his leg out and knocked Kurt over onto the ground. "This is where you are and where you're going to stay, forever." He hissed down at Kurt. "Not a single word, hear me?"

Kurt spat blood into his face in response and Karofsky wiped it away and kicked Kurt hard in the side.

Kurt waited until Karofsky was gone before he breathed out in a rush of pain and coughed and struggled to get air back into his lungs. Oh that final kick did something extra than cause bruises. Not that the bruises this time were exactly the same as the others before, these had purpose and intended to hurt and they were a lot deeper and more painful.

He hissed and rolled himself onto his stomach so the blood had a place to go rather than back down his throat. He coughed the blood out of his system first before he found a way to push himself back up onto his feet. He staggered and looked at the mess and at the mess on his own body. He wasn't sure what to do, didn't know who to call for advice or help.

He knew he needed help but knew he couldn't reach out to anyone from Lima nor Blaine or any of the other Warblers. Right? Sebastian briefly flashed through his brain but he shook it away. That boy would help but then he'd broadcast it all over Dalton and McKinley. He wouldn't even tell Blaine first, would just let him find out with the rest of them and Kurt couldn't do that to Blaine.

Kurt had created a network of gay contacts and alliances in the state, he was the lynchpin, if anyone ever needed anything, Kurt was able to dispatch a local member to help out. Most boys didn't want their friends and family or local authorities to get involved with the crimes committed against them. Kurt always advocated going to them once they were able to get themselves back together. None of them had ever been sexually assaulted though, or at least they hadn't called and said as much. There'd been a few incidences when things got out of hand with a boy they were "with" and he'd sent a few females there in those cases, just to help reduce any lingering triggers. He'd only had to send out help to those in his network about a dozen times over the last year, pretty good odds.

He thought about calling Jeremiah, he was an adult, he had hinted at knowing that things weren't just victims and bullies, but no... he was too close to Blaine and the others, and he would be coming all the way from Columbus. That was too long of a wait and he didn't want to spend any more time here than he had to. He knew Karofsky wasn't coming back today, he didn't know why he knew that but he did. He'd gotten his point across.

So who was closer than 2 hours away from Kurt? Who was close and not going to cause him problems with Karofsky? He needed to face the other boy on his own terms the next time they interacted and he needed to prepare, get prepared. He couldn't have Karofsky coming at him before he was ready because someone had let it all slip?

Then he remembered the boy in the record store, obviously gay with the way he talked and what he talked about but he had a hard edge to him, he had been covered in bruises and cuts and had brushed them all aside when Kurt had asked. Said that they weren't from getting beat up, but rather because he'd been in too many fights to count and because of that, couldn't even remember when they had happened last. Kurt had questioned that, he didn't look like the type to be a fighter but apparently he had a short temper and anyone harassing kids for being different really got under his skin. He and Kurt had talked for hours and Kurt finally believed him by the end, he was a broad shouldered kid and he'd used those shoulders to take on the weight of the world. He'd wanted to join Kurt's secret club instantly, when Kurt finally mentioned it and said he'd be there for anyone at any time.

Kurt never thought he'd be the one calling him for help. He coughed up some more blood and texted Chandler his location. His throat was a little too sore at the moment to talk much.

Chandler appeared within fifteen minutes, he lived in West Lima Heights, near Santana actually. He could have called her, she had mentioned it briefly during one of their meetings when it was just him, Blaine and her; and he and Blaine had been arguing over the time he'd sent Blaine to help out a boy in New Albany, just outside Columbus, and he and Jeremiah had both been called. "Safety in numbers!" Kurt had argued back.

"You just didn't want me to be by myself!" Blaine countered. "You would have sent Jeremiah there all by himself if he had been closer!"

"I would have sent the alarm to all the Warblers if they'd been in town at the time. Of course I don't want you to go alone. I never send anyone alone if I can help it."

"Don't think I can handle myself?" Blaine had shouted.

"I think of all of the ones on the list, you're the most likely to be able to handle yourself, but it doesn't mean that I want anything to happen to you by being overly confident. There's more than just fists out there and if there's a group, it'll be safer for all involved. One can help the victim while the other stands in defense and another calls. Any time there's a number of people that can go, I always call all of them out to help."

Here he was though, calling in just Chandler even though Santana had walked in on that conversation and had looked at each of them in turn. "You have a second gay-straight alliance going on with out including me? I'm down to beat up some bullies if they attempt to touch any one of uh-you." She almost said us and both Blaine and Kurt knew it but didn't say a single word about it and kept it from their features.

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks Santana." Kurt rubbed unconsciously at a recent bruise under his ribs, neither of them had missed that movement either and they'd shared their own look of concern. Blaine would have a lot to say about this too if he ever caught wind of it, he would have been here in an hour had Kurt told him. He would have had a group then but he could preach all he wanted but just like the other victims, they hardly ever went forward and unfortunately he was part of that group. Just like those on his list though, they didn't want their friends and family called or anyone in their community that they knew, so those in surrounding ones came in to help. Same thing with Kurt and Chandler.

He didn't want word to get out not just for himself, but for his dad. At the last physical, Carole had forced him to go to before the wedding, the doctors had discovered a heart arrhythmia which could have led to a heart attack which would have killed him, put him in a coma or caused a stroke, if they hadn't caught it in time. There'd been a faulty valve and they had done surgery that week.

It was the week of regionals and if he'd been distracted and let his team down, he'd apologize but Finn hadn't held up that well either, which was both touching and annoying at the same time. They had managed to pull through though and had gone on to sectionals. The wedding had taken place somewhere in between. Like Kurt had said, it had been a whirlwind and he barely remembered a lot of it with everything going on, just that he'd come to love Glee and had looked forward to it every day after school. His dad had spent a week in the hospital in recovery but Kurt tried very hard after that not to get his father upset at all.

He'd talked to the doctor a little of his concerns over his father's health and the doctor said that as long as Burt ate well and healthy and exercised then he could live to be a 100 if nothing new cropped up. He tried to reassure Kurt that he was fine now and that stress wasn't a problem but Kurt didn't hear it, didn't hear that it was a physical problem that was now fixed and was unlikely to be a new problem. He had heart surgery and that was enough for Kurt to worry about the slightest thing that could upset his heart either physically or emotionally. He stopped arguing with Finn and if he didn't argue with Finn, there wasn't much more to say to him or Puck. Distance grew between him and his step-brother and his 'bro?'.

This he feared would kill his father. He couldn't lose his father, sure he'd gained a step-family this year but they weren't family and Carole hadn't adopted him even though Burt had set into motion paperwork to legally adopt Finn. If his father died, he'd have no one. He didn't even dwell on the fact that it was completely unfair that his dad wanted to adopt the perfect son while Carole had no interest in adopting her new husband's disappointment of a son.

He had Blaine, of course he did, and Blaine wouldn't go anywhere if he lost his father and the meager life he had managed to scratch out here, even if he lost whatever money his family had or if Blaine also lost all that money too from his family, Blaine was at his side for forever. They both knew it, knew neither could be torn from the other but it wasn't like Kurt could move in with Blaine or expect his family to support him in any way. That would have been pushing things, his family barely tolerated his presence in Blaine's life, not exactly pleased that they couldn't marry Blaine off to some rich heiress and increase their standing further. They were even less pleased by Kurt's blue collar roots.

They'd heard Kurt sing and saw his clothes and knew that he had a bright future ahead of him if he could get out of this state and that was the only reason they allowed the two to spend so much time together. No matter which artistic path he chose, he'd find a way to be successful or squeak out a living wage or get his name out there. He may be unlucky in life like all the famous greats where he would only be famous after his death and all of his work would be fought over and be rich in death and all that money would go onto this beneficiaries, which they hoped Blaine would be one. He had been surprised to realize they had that much faith in his abilities. Sure his dad supported him and encouraged him, but he didn't know fashion and while he thought something 'looked nice', he could never say if it was actually any good, just that he trusted Kurt to know and couldn't offer any input, except to tell Kurt to put some pants on when he came out in a skirt.

Kurt never listened and went to school in whatever outfit he felt like. Sometimes it was several, several layers and sometimes it was just a basic outfit with a few accessories. He was never exposed though, he didn't show off a single inch of flesh other than his face and neck and hands and sometimes his arms when they weren't covered in bruises or knees. He didn't particularly like the sun either, it ruined his complexion.

He laughed at himself as he wiped off the blood on his chin. He'd managed to put himself back in order, pants back on where they belonged and zipped up and buttoned and belt back in place and shirt tucked back in properly. There were a few buttons that were torn off when he'd been hit and there was not much he could do about the shoe mark on his side from where he'd been kicked, Karofsky's shoes were dirty and grass stained and he'd transferred some of that onto Kurt as well.

He'd gathered the buttons up off the floor and stuffed them into his pocket. He was very careful not to touch any part of himself that Karofsky had touched or to let anything pull across it. He sat on the edge of the desk in a daze though after than until Chandler came flying in, looking incredibly dangerous and Kurt was suddenly glad that he'd called him out of everyone. He needed that look on Chandler's face combined with just that almost nerdy guy look, it was disorientating to most people and it helped center Kurt who was disorientated already.

Chandler looked around the room and spotted Kurt just staring at him with a blank expression and he came forward and wrapped his arms around the slight boy. Chandler was two years older and had been so impressed and proud of what Kurt had managed to accomplish, even though he thought of himself as a failure. He'd created a safety network for everyone and helped so many people out already. Some of those help calls he'd dispatched had led to people meeting each other who would never have met before and there were at least 2 new relationships that had been formed because of it and some new friendships as well, an emotional support system as well was being formed and they all added numbers to Kurt's list when they met more kids like them and told them about what Kurt had done. Chandler had added 3 names and numbers to the list himself. They lived all over the state and had chance meetings and they were all more than happy and willing to join, even if they knew they could do nothing more than listen or call the cops. The network now had over a two hundred gay kids of both genders and a handful of those who supported their rights and choices and wanted to help fight for them and support them. It continued to expand.

"What happened?" Chandler took in the bruising on Kurt's face, the plumpness of the lips that hadn't been there before, the way Kurt held himself erect and tense. Chandler looked down his body and while Kurt had put himself back together, he was still rumpled and not his usual self, there were buttons missing and the shirt had actually been buttoned one hole off and so it pulled oddly against his chest and didn't line up like it should either across his body or at his neck.

Looking down further he could see some white spots splattered across the purple pants and along the bottom of the black shirt around his abdomen. "Were you-?" Chandler looked away from Kurt to look around the room again, looking for blood and found it across the room in a puddle but there was nothing white mixing in it. He would have thought that if Kurt had been, then he definitely wouldn't have been as put together as he was. If Chandler had been, he was sure that he would have been a jumbled mess and wouldn't have had the brains to call anyone, would have probably just laid there and sobbed brokenly until someone found him.

"I was touched, milked." Kurt's voice was raw and Chandler's gaze swung back around and looked at the blood on Kurt's lips that appeared now that he spoke. "The blood isn't from – not there." Kurt couldn't say it, he wasn't one to talk vulgar, which is why he'd surprised both of them when he'd told Karofsky off. Even this was more than he would usually say. "Kissed."

"He kissed you and jerked you off?" Chandler wasn't afraid of the language, he preferred not to use it himself but he had no trouble doing so when the times called for it. He grew up in West Lima and had been around it all the time, had gotten used to it. His head had always sought out the better terminology and thought about more pleasant things if he could but he gave as good as he got; both verbally and physically. He had to learn that to survive and he had survived and was actually in fewer fights now that the guys of West Lima knew he could fight, he wasn't as interesting to pick on.

"And beat me up." Kurt admitted, once he'd started he had to tell the whole thing, he'd already told the worst of it already. He groaned as his words reminded him of the pain in his side, he'd managed to compartmentalize it, had pushed it out of his thoughts while he kept himself numb and unmoving. "Help me, what do I do?" Kurt was staring at that puddle of blood. Most of his cum was on him and Karofsky but there was bound to be a little bit around there too.

"Police?" Chandler asked hopefully but knew Kurt's response all too well, he'd never gone to the police himself even after some very bad fights. But West Lima police weren't likely to help anyone but themselves. This wasn't likely to be high on the police of Lima's list either, they'd chalk it up to lovers in a fight, a - he said, he said.

The bruising and blood might add weight to Kurt's side of the story, but domestic violence was also poorly dealt with in small towns, even though this was hardly a 'domestic' situation, they weren't even together. Bullying wasn't exactly the height of their worries either. They cared more about cats stuck in trees and lost dogs and burglary and other not victimless crimes but nearly so.

Kurt shook his head slowly, he had to think about that one some more but his brain didn't want to go there right then. He didn't know how to go to the police without his dad being informed.

"Boyfriend?" Chandler asked, already looking through the teacher's desk. There were sinks and paper towels in this room, Kurt realized after a moment. They were in the science lab. He hadn't even realized that before.

"What are you looking for?" Kurt asked in confusion.

"Pain killers." Chandler answered somewhat sheepishly. "They'll help with the inflammation and teachers are always going on about how the students cause them headaches. Ah, there we go." He brought the bottle out and grinned. "Even better." He pulled out a bottle of alcohol and Kurt eyed it wearily, he didn't drink. "Here you go and wash it down with this."

"Gross, there's so many germs, who knows who's mouth has been on that." Kurt protested.

"Well A. alcohol is a great killer of germs and B. you've already had another mouth on yours, who knows what germs he has. This will help kill those germs too." Chandler shook it enticingly and Kurt still didn't like it but he took the painkillers and the alcohol and swallowed it all down with a groan, it burned more than it had last time. "Yeah, probably because you've been coughing up blood and your throat is raw." Chandler wasn't entirely sympathetic on the pain side of things or the treatment, but he was more than sympathetic that Kurt had been sexually assaulted and was hurt too because of it. He was just very straight forward, he didn't have a filter, which had been partly the cause of some of the fights.

It's also why he and Kurt had gotten along so well from the beginning.

"What's that noise?" Chandler had grabbed some paper towels, wet them and shoved them at Kurt to clean himself up with, he didn't want to touch Kurt where Karofsky had, either on his face or lower. He knew Kurt wouldn't like it and he wasn't interested in Kurt in any way like that, although he did find him incredibly attractive, he was more interested in being friends with the younger boy. He could be clinical while doing it and not trigger Kurt, he was sure but having another person touching him there was likely to be a trigger regardless, no matter how detached or for what reason, especially so soon.

Kurt groaned. "My phone. It's probably Blaine." He sought it out from where he'd left it on the desk and picked it up to see the caller ID. "Oh, dad." He let it go to voicemail.

"He's just going to ask more questions now." Chandler warned when he saw Kurt do that.

"I can't talk to him right now. I don't always answer his phone calls." Although since the doctor's appointment, he'd answered all of them within two rings.

He left a voicemail and then texted Kurt too for good measure. Kurt looked down at the text on the phone he cradled between his hands. He ran his thumb around the edge of the phone, not sure what to say to his father. Going to a Basketball Game with Finn, won't be home until late. Kurt laughed bitterly and closed down the screen, he didn't need to even respond, there was nothing to respond with anyway. Chandler cleaned up the mess on the floor and any other indicator that he could see in the area that he was crouching in. There was a fair amount of blood, he realized as he used a lot of paper towels and water and more towels to clean it up. His eyes darted over to Kurt in worry, he didn't look like he was bleeding anywhere else and seemed to be holding himself up pretty well.

Kurt's laugh had his eyes narrowing, sure he wouldn't like whatever was going through Kurt's mind at that moment. "What happened?" Chandler asked, tossing his papertowels away and coming over to Kurt to see that he still hadn't cleaned himself up, was just staring down onto a black screen in his lap. "Don't have to worry about my dad seeing any of this now. He's gone to a basketball game with his perfect son."

"You're his perfect son." Chandler touched the paper towels left abandoned next to Kurt and they were too dry already and he ran them under some more water, wrung them out and started dabbing at Kurt's mouth with careful pressure. He gasped and recoiled and Chandler stopped what he was doing. "You need to clean out your mouth, I'm sure it's full of blood still." He reached for the alcohol, looking at it now, he saw that it was whiskey and Kurt shook his head, that was the last thing he wanted. "Let's take you to the hospital." Chandler offered his arm to Kurt and Kurt reluctantly took it and Chandler helped him stand up from where he was half leaning, half sitting on the desk.

"No hospitals." Kurt hated them, hated them since his mom died and his dad had to spend a week there. Hated them to begin with and hated them more now. They would call his dad and interrupt him from a fun night out with Finn. He deserved to have some fun. "Too many questions, too prying."

"Not the clinic in West Lima I can take you to. It's a free clinic and they won't ask for identification. All they'll ask if there's any known diseases, viruses or STIs or STDs they need to be aware of. They'll treat you regardless but they'll be thankful to know if they're at risk for anything." Chandler explained and Kurt would have told him that he was clean, totally clean, with no possibility of anything else but now that Karofsky's mouth had been on his, his hand on Kurt – a hand that Kurt had no idea if it was clean or dirty or with what kind of dirt, especially if his shoe print on his designer shirt was any indicator, he wasn't sure if he could say that anymore.

Kurt often made his own clothes when he couldn't find what he wanted for a price point he wanted. This was one that he'd managed to find on sale at a reasonable rate and wasn't a knock-off. The only knock-offs he'd accept were the ones he made himself. Usually he didn't even bother copying, he wanted to make something he wanted to wear, whether or not it was currently in style. "Ok." Kurt accepted and let Chandler help stabilize him when he started to tilt over while he walked. When it happened again, Chandler wrapped Kurt's arm around his shoulders and wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist. They took Chandler's ride and Kurt would just have to get a ride with Finn in the morning and drive himself home in the afternoon with his Escalade.

The hospital staff didn't think it was a very good idea for Kurt to drive himself home after they looked at him. He had some mild internal bleeding that was clotting and a bruised rib that was going to cause a lot of discomfort for a few days and may cause some difficulty here and there but overall he was going to be fine. He may still cough up blood occasionally over the next week. A little bit was not concerning but if he had anything over the size of a quarter, he needed to get back into the hospital right away, his coughing may rupture the clot and healing process and he needed to have it dealt with instantly.

Thankfully that wasn't a concern he had to deal with that week.